The storm clouds covered the sun, bringing to an end the day-of-fun.I knew my owner was not too bright; I resisted his casting off with all my might.But though I'm bigger and stronger than him, I was at the mercy of his every whim.

But this day my fate had a second master.Both the human and weather brought me disaster.

First the wind picked up for an hour, bringing with it a late afternoon shower.He sailed me on while showing no fearbut just opened himself another beer.I had enough anger and fear for us both; if I could speak I'd swear an oaththat, if once more we did reach shore, with that jerk I'd sail no more.

He'd probably not checked forecast or a chart.What a foolish, misguided, drunken fart!

I tried to come up with a positive thought.Try as I might I came up with naught, andhe made no effort to motor me in.In nautical circles that is a sin.When beer was gone he went down below.With more rain came an increased easterly blow.Wind that is, a fearsome blast, which tore my sails and snapped my mast.

I've never been a boat much to pray, but I beseeched Neptune on this, my last day.My only hope was to stay afloat! If I could wield a pen I'd have written a note, damning my owner and his beer as well, and wishing them both bad luck in Sailors' Hell.

The wind increased even more for an hour.Freezing rain developed from what was a shower.The sea filled the cabin below; what became of him I don't care and don't know.

My last thoughts were of the owner I never did thank.He was my first owner before I was lost to the bank.He kept my sails in order and fuel in my tank.And HE checked weather and charts, and HE never drank.

Comments about A Sailboat's Last Thoughts.......[human/Sailboat Nature; Drama; Weather] by Bri Edwards

Hah! Fantastic. Reminded me of Roal Dahl's poetry as well as, of-course! , Lewis Carroll's. Bri has a knack for churning very entertaining poems out of ordinary occurrences. Wonder if he's ever tried his hand at penning one about taking the trash out, or mowing the lawn (or 'loaning the mawn' for that matter, 'moaning the lawn', etc., etc.) .(Report)Reply

A poem from the POV of a sailboat, a new one for me. A lovely and sad story. Another example of the disaster of drunkenness.
I like that the boat tried to remain positive as long as possible:
'I've never been a boat much to pray,
but I beseeched Neptune on this, my last day.
My only hope was to stay afloat! '

And
'My last thoughts were of the owner I never did thank.
He was my first owner before I was lost to the bank.'
sounds like another sad story.(Report)Reply

Not many would have tried writing a poem from a boat's point of view. In modern nautical circles I believe it is frowned on for the captain to be drunk on duty. Actually that is an understatement. On a big ship in the present day there would be a formal mutiny and the captain would be deposed and quartered for the rest of the trip. He would then receive formal punishment when the ship reached port. With pirate ships, there would be no punishment as they are their own master. Of course you had to mention the oldest tradition, the captain goes down with his ship(Report)Reply